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Há 2 dias · Udio AI. Lyrics by Anna Akhmatova and me.
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22 de mai. de 2024 · Rachel. He bowed to her like a humble wayfarer. The little well's mouth was covered by a boulder. And watered the flock with clean water himself. With each passing day growing stronger. As shepherd for her artful father. Oh, Rachel! To the captive of love in his eyes. The seven years seemed as a few dazzling days.
20 de mai. de 2024 · Noah Berlatsky. I was envious of Anna Akhmatova. So I translated her poems, sort of. Just leave your lost and sinful country,Leave Russian soil forevermore.—Anna Akhmatova, “When in a suicidal anguish . . .,” translated by Frances Laird. Poets are a jealous lot, and never more so than when forced to deal with other poets.
18 de mai. de 2024 · L’ouvrage de Mantovani a en tout cas un immense mérite : donner instantanément l’envie de se plonger dans la lecture de cette immense poétesse qu’était Anna Akhmatova ainsi que dans sa biographie (ce que le superbe programme permet de commencer à faire). On saisit alors qu’à l’intensité de son écriture répond celle de Mantovani.
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Há 2 dias · Poétesse russe, Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966) touche à la gloire en 1912 lorsqu’elle fait paraître son premier...". Éditions Seghers | Qui est Anna Akhmatova ? Poétesse russe, Anna Akhmatova (1889-1966) touche à la gloire en 1912 lorsqu’elle fait paraître son premier... | Instagram
13 de mai. de 2024 · And a house in which we don't live, And the shadow of a cherished cedar. In front of a forbidden window... Perhaps there is someone in this world. To whom I could send all these lines. Well then! Let the lips smile bitterly. And a tremor touch the heart again.”. ― Anna Akhmatova, Selected Poems.
